Butt-hole conversations: Asian meets Caucasian
It was weird. Neither of them knew exactly how it happened. Realistically, you wouldn’t even think it’s possible. But there they were. In the same space. Close enough to have a conversation.
As far as they understood, both their owners had somehow been naked in the same room. There was nothing sexual going on, but something caused one to lose consciousness. A few minutes later the second followed suit….. and somehow fell on the first, butt-to-butt. And that’s how the butt-holes met…
AH1: “Hi! How are you?”
AH2: “Hello, I’ve never really met another one like me before. This is so exciting”
AH1: “Me neither. It’s so hot in here. I feel sweaty all the time, cause you know, his underwear choice is not the greatest. But this is worse”
AH2: “Same! My life is pretty much a continuous sweat bath. The only relief I get is that breath of fresh air when he gasses it up”
AH1: “Really? Doesn’t work for me. The spice just cuts right through me like sulphuric.”
AH2: “Spice? What spice?”
AH1: “Spice. Spicy food. Too much spicy food, which my guy always eats. Even his gas ends up feeling like acid rain. Nothing breathable about that.”
AH2: “Seriously he eats that much chilli eh?”
AH1: “Oh b*gger, you have no idea.”
AH2: “Huh….my guys the opposite. I find myself kinda wishing for a little bit of tang. Life is bland in my cave. Everything’s so meh..”
AH1: “Consider yourself lucky.”
AH2: “So if that’s the gas, then what’s the poop like?”
AH1:“10 times worse!”
AH2: “No way!”
AH1: “Yes way! On a really bad day it’s literally like tabasco sauce.”
AH2: “Wow. Must be a tough life!”
AH1: “It is! Those few minutes are a freaking nightmare. If not for the wash, it’ll burn me through and through”
AH2: “What wash?”
AH1: “What do you mean, what wash? It’s the wash after the poop of course”
AH2: “You mean a bath. He bathes every time after pooping?”
AH1: “Not a bath. He washes his me after the garbage drop, of course.”
AH2: “Ew…gross. Really? So you’re water-logged all day long?”
AH1: “Uhhhh no he dries it after. But wait….your guy doesn’t wash?”
AH2: “Nope. He wipes”
AH1: “Wipes? With what?”
AH2: “Uhhhh….TP of course. What else? The magical soft tissue that is used on me all the time. Don’t tell me you have never heard of it?”
AH1: “So only the swipe of a TP? You’re telling me you’re out galavanting the neighborhood the whole day with sh*t smeared all over you with magical soft tissue?”
AH2: “Well it’s wiped. There’s really no sh*t…..well maybe just a little but really not that much…”
AH1: “Ewww….gross dude”
AH2: “I’d rather not be water-logged all day!”
AH1: “Agree to disagree. hey! Wait…”
AH2: “…oh sh*t! Byeeeeeeee”
AH1: “Oh c’mon…I had so many questions! I…..ohhh here we go…[FAAAAART]….sigh. We’re back in business.”
